Much to be, much to become...

The deeper I dive, the deeper I seek,

the deeper I seek, the deeper it gets,

Fighting with fate's untimely bets,

looking for light in the midwinter bleak...

Darkness hidden amidst the light,

Anger, hate and fear resides,

Cloaked in obedience, own laws the heart abides,

A war against oneself to keep up the fight.

The young one now risen has much to be,

hawks watching every move ready to strike,

to reach the self is a tedious hike,

he must now find who is he...

Roles to fit in he has much to become,

to destroy all ego of existence to reduce himself to ashes,

to take with a smile all the dreadful slashes,

the ashes to nurture the soil around, he has much to become,

The loud child now to be kept a little silent,

the cravings for the self now to be kept quiet,

To calm the fires of the roaring riot,

to restrain the spark that is impulsive and violent...

He is still a child, blissfully unaware,

he must now look beyond the self, he must now strive for service,

he must now stand tall and strong, not showing he is nervous,

to step out into the unknown he must dare...

Look mother! your son has now become a ripen fruit,

Look father! soon this fruit shall nourish all,

I shall do justice to the child that is my root,

I myself shall save me from the fall...